Red Tang

The night in Chang'an is so quiet today, you can clearly hear the rustling of autumn insects, and you can easily distinguish the sound of different footsteps.

In the house of Mrs. Guo Guo in Xuanyangfang, Yang Huahua is sitting in front of the bronze mirror in a daze.Suddenly being brought back memories of more than ten years ago, sweet, bitter, full of indescribable taste.Li Kuo, this young man gave her too much impact, and his tone and demeanor were exactly the same as that man at that time. "My great Tang Yu Qianqiu foundation can be passed on, and it will bloom when a hundred herbs urge it!" One impassioned sentence captured my heart, I am really an idiot!

Biting her lip, Yang Huahua actually shed tears.If you make too many promises, it becomes a lie. If you make too many promises, you find that you can't keep them.I loved him for 17 years, missed him for 17 years, and hated him for 17 years, but in the end I found that it was just a dream.

"Ma'am, Ma'am, don't be sad." Yingqiu, the personal maid, handed over a juan handkerchief in a timely manner, and comforted her. "The master has been gone for so many years, you should let it go. If you don't think about others, can you not think about the young master?"

"Who said I cried, I didn't cry!" Yang Huahua grabbed the Juanpa, wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and turned away stubbornly.

"Sigh." Yingqiu sighed softly: "Ma'am, everyone has to look forward, haven't you and the young master survived so many difficult days. Now that the days are better, you should be happy."

"Yingqiu, how many years have you been with me?" Yang Huahua said in a low voice with a deep breath.

Although Yingqiu didn't know why the master suddenly asked about this matter, after a little thought, she still replied truthfully: "Counting this year, it has been 18 years. One year before my wife got married, the old lady sent Qiu'er to serve you. "

"Yeah, you've been with me for 17 years, I'm really old." Yang Huahua muttered silently, as if she had lost her soul.

"How old is Ma'am!" Yingqiu couldn't bear to see the haggard appearance of the master, so she put a bronze mirror in front of Yang Huahua and said, "Look at your skin quality, even a young lady who is only [-] years old can't compare to you; you Looking at your black hair, even His Majesty is full of admiration. And this..."

Waving her hand interrupted Yingqiu's kind words, Yang Huahua smiled wryly and said, "Everyone gets old, how can I escape? I'm not afraid of old age, but once a woman gets old and decrepit, she loses her value if she loses her looks." , will be thrown aside by the men like trash. If I lose this face, who else can use it to mediate for the Yang family?"

Yingqiu saw that the master's family was so sincere, she felt wronged and said: "I really feel unworthy for you. The life of the Yang family has made it to this day. The imperial concubine and empress are naturally the most important contributors. But without your mediation, what can be done?" So neat? The second master not only doesn't know how to be grateful to you, but also forces you to go, go..."

"You still don't understand." Yang Huahua's tone of mouth became colder and colder: "We women have to depend on the family after all in this world. Don't look at how beautiful you are, a man can make you fall to the bottom with just one word."

"I don't believe that all men are so ruthless, the young man of the Li family looks like a responsible person!" Yingqiu pursed her lips, defending herself. "He speaks eloquently at a young age, he is both civil and military, easy-going and humble, and he is so handsome!"

"Him?" Yang Huahua was taken aback, and seemed to be talking to herself: "Is he really willing to work for the Yang family?"

"That's natural. If you praise him so much, and make such a fat vacant promise to him, he won't be able to see the good or the bad? Who knows that the power of the Yang family is so powerful that it is easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree. All the dolls understand this truth."

Will he really play for the Yang family?From the first time she saw Li Kuo, Yang Huahua knew that he was not a person who would be willing to be subordinated to others.But what if it's just for her?The red candles in the house flickered, and Yang Huahua's eyes gradually became hazy.

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It was late at night, and there were no pedestrians on the bustling streets on weekdays.The watchman let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his eye circles, and beat the gong while announcing the time.In autumn, the weather cools down.Coarse work clothes are no longer enough to keep out the cold, and the shifter can't help shivering, and he has already greeted the female ancestor who is in charge of Duzhi Langguan in his heart.Turning into an alley, he suddenly felt a black shadow flash past, rubbed his eyes and looked around but found nothing unusual.Damn it, he muttered to himself, and he walked forward again.

"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful with candles. The sky is dry and things are dry..."

At the same time, a masked guest in a tight-fitting night suit was running fast on the roof of the adjacent company.The houses in Chang'an are row upon row, one family after another, and one house after another, which provides him with great convenience.The cloth boots he was wearing seemed to be made of special materials, and he ran without making any sound.He seemed to be extremely familiar with the terrain of the route, and he didn't need to stop to distinguish the direction, and headed north together.

Night is the best camouflage, and silence is the best cover.Nightwalkers are not at all worried that their whereabouts will be discovered. At this time, no normal person will go to the roof to look at the stars.

After about a cup of tea, he stopped, looked around at the surrounding buildings, and jumped into a brightly lit courtyard.

This is the backyard of Yala Restaurant in Xishi, and it looks a little deserted in the middle of the night.The night traveler walked slowly towards the main hall, and when he reached the door, he knocked lightly three times before refusing to make another sound.

"Who is it? It's closed." Xiao Er teased impatiently, and he was already full of anger when he was thrown in the front hall by the shopkeeper to watch the shop.Now that I can't even sleep on a wooden bench, how can I not be angry?

"Boom, boom, boom." There were three more soft beeps, and the same fell silent.

"Who the hell is it endless!" Xiaoer tied up the belt of his jacket, and ran to the back door in two or three steps.Cursing and knocking on the latch, Xiao Er looked at the night walker in front of him in shock.

That night, the passer-by knocked on the door panel three more times as if joking, and pulled off the face towel.

"Go and call your shopkeeper." The night traveler had a dark complexion, a straight nose, and sunken eye sockets.With a long head and narrow face, the hair in a bun is bent into an upward arc on the forehead, obviously not from the Central Plains. (Note 1) The most frightening thing is that there is a long light red scar on his left face from under the eyelid to the lower jaw, which is wriggling like a living thing under the print of the oil lamp.

"Ai, ai." The guy backed away in fright as if seeing a ghost, and ran towards the back hall.

Night Walker put a horizontal knife he was wearing on the square table, took out a belt from his waist and poured it straight.The scabbard of the horizontal knife was faintly rusted, as if it was plated with a layer of verdigris.There was a not too deep and not too shallow gap in the handle of the knife, and it was tied with oiled hemp rope a few times, but it was barely usable.It's just that the owner of this knife doesn't seem to care about it, and keeps it on his body all the time, and places it in the most conspicuous position.

"Guests from Shambhala, why don't you try the fine wine from your hometown." The shopkeeper of the Yala Hotel came from the backyard with a nod, and brought a jug of high-quality barley wine. (Note 2)

Nightwalker shook his head slightly: "The wind in Chang'an is too warm and soft. I'm afraid that the eagle soaring in the blue sky has gradually lost its vigor and turned into a gray bird willing to be mediocre." Spirits in a man sack.

"Holy Buddha, the blood you bestow flows on my body, and the power you bestow bursts out in my body. Where the sun rises, there is Shambhala. I have never forgotten the true meaning of the scriptures, and I am always there. Influencing the ignorant mortals around you. Now the holy emissary doubts the loyalty of your believers, I only want to prove myself with blood!" The shopkeeper turned around and put his hands together, praying piously towards the west.

"Enough!" Ye Xingren couldn't understand the shopkeeper's pretentiousness, and interrupted cursingly: "Zanpu sent me, just want me to tell you. The west is already waiting, don't forget what you should do, otherwise Even if Zanpu spared you, your soul will not ascend to Shambhala after death!"

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Note 1: This is the facial features of Tibetans.I specifically checked the paper "Sichuan Tibetan Appearance Test", and summarized the characteristics.

Note 2: Shambhala: "Shambhala" is a transliteration of Tibetan, and also translated as "Shangri-La", which means "Elysium Paradise". It is the mythical world mentioned by Buddhism and the birthplace of Kalachakra Buddhism.

ps: Liu Yun wrote this chapter very hard.Reluctantly, I have little talent and learning, and I have checked a lot of information about Tubo and Tibetology.Well, is there a sense of freshness, is the pace getting faster and faster?